Phil. Your Majesty thinks too severely of him;
Permit me, Sir, to recompense his Valour,
I saw the wonders on’t, and thence may guess
In some Degree, what may be worthy of it.
King. I like it well, and till thou hast perform’d it, I will divest my self of all my Power, And give it thee, till thou hast made him great.
Phil. I humbly thank you, Sir—
[Bows to the King, takes the Staff from Orgulius, and gives it to Alcippus, who looks amazedly.
And here I do create him General.
You seem to wonder, as if I dispossess’d
The brave Orgulius; but be pleas’d to know,
Such Reverence and Respect I owe that Lord,
As had himself not made it his Petition,
I sooner should have parted with my Right,
Than have discharg’d my debt by injuring him.
King. Orgulius, are you willing to resign it?
Org. With your permission, Sir, most willingly;
His vigorous Youth is fitter for’t than Age,
Which now has render’d me uncapable
Of what that can with more success perform.
My Heart and Wishes are the same they were,
But Time has quite depriv’d me of that power
That should assist a happy Conqueror.
King. Yet Time has added little to your years, Since I restor’d you to this great Command, And then you thought it not unfit for you.
Org. Sir, was it fit I should refuse your Grace?
That was your act of Mercy: and I took it
To clear my Innocence, and reform the Errors
Which those receiv’d who did believe me guilty,
Or that my Crimes were greater than that Mercy.
I took it, Sir, in scorn of those that hated me,
And now resign it to the Man you love.
King. We need not this proof to confirm thy Loyalty;
Nor am I yet so barren of Rewards,
But I can find a way, without depriving
Thy noble Head of its victorious Wreaths,
To crown another’s Temples.